Write what you know.

The above advice is attributed to Mark Twain. At least he may have been the first person to actually write it down when someone asked him how to become a writer. It could be that someone once told him the same thing when he was a young writer. He followed that advice and wrote about the river that he loved and based some of his characters on people he knew. Of course, he used his imagination to add to those real-life experiences and came up with fictional stories.

At any rate, when I was bouncing along on that rocky road and writing and not finding any editors or publishers who loved my writing enough to put my stories in a book, I went back to that basic advice.

But what did I know? I knew country living because I was a farm girl. I knew small towns because I did my shopping in one. I knew small country churches because I was a member of one of them. I knew the 1960s because I lived through them.

With all that in mind, I had a starting point. My setting was going to be based on my own little hometown and my country church. I borrowed a little from the background of our preacher back then who had a daily job along with preaching. His first wife had left him and that made it difficult for him to find a preaching position in the Sixties because he was divorced. I often do a “what if” page when I’m trying to come up with an idea for a new book. My first “what if” question for this story was “What if I have a young girl, daughter of a preacher, whose mother deserted her when she was five?”

Everything else followed after that. Wes, the grandfather/uncle type in the story, was one of those surprise characters who just showed up. Well, he actually fell out of a spaceship from Jupiter as he was passing over Hollyhill and ended up working for Jocie’s father.  At least, that’s what he’s always told Jocie. Then I added an Aunt Love who tried to keep Jocie in line by quoting Scripture at her. I started the story by letting Jocie want a dog more than anything. When I was a girl, I wanted a dog more than anything. That made a good launching place for my story and worked out to be a great way to introduce other characters through the problems the dog caused.

The story has a scene where lilacs are important. At least the scent of lilacs do. When I got all the words down, that was the title I decided on. The Smell of Lilacs. Later, I realized scent not smell had a much better sound and the title became Scent of Lilacs. While I wrote the story, I added it to my prayers. I kept thinking about that old spiritual “It’s me, it’s me, it’s me, O Lord, standing in the need of prayers. Not my sister, not my brother, but me, O Lord.” Those words might not be exactly right, but that’s how I remembered them as I prayed for my story. It was me as a writer, me as a storyteller, my story that I was throwing upward toward heaven in need of prayer.

While I hadn’t written the story necessarily for the inspirational market, it did have a preacher as a character. It did have all those Bible verses Aunt Love quoted for Jocie. It did have a church and a congregation. It did have Bible stories. It did have Jocie continually trying to get Wes to come to church. At any rate, when my agent got it, she wasn’t exactly sure what to do with the story. She liked it, but she didn’t think she personally knew any editors that were looking for a story like mine.

So, she did what I might have done and went searching for an editor of a Christian publishing house and picked Revell Books, almost by random. Or maybe not so random. Maybe those prayers I had offered so fervently had something to do with it since she sent it off to Lonnie Hull DuPont whose favorite flower just happened to be lilacs. She just happened to be sitting with her mother who was ill. She just happened to love my story. First trip out for that story just happened to find the perfect place for it.

I’d like to say here that the book became a bestseller, but no. Perhaps a modest seller for an author new to the inspirational fiction world. Whatever, I was happy to hold that book in my  hand, still with the title I had given it, The Scent of Lilacs. (Later The was dropped from the title.) I was happy to sign contracts. I was happy to have the go ahead to write two more Hollyhill books. I was happy when people told me they had read and loved my story.

I liked writing about Jocie and her family and friends. It was fun writing from 13-year-old and then 14-year-old Jocie’s viewpoint, but I also wrote from her father’s viewpoint and from Aunt Love’s. In the follow-up books I added some other viewpoint characters – Wes, Jocie’s sister Tabitha, Leigh , Zella, Cassidy, Myra, and maybe others I’m not remembering. I do love getting inside my characters’ heads and letting them live the story through my fingers on the keyboard.

The Lord had abundantly answered my prayers for that story, and later after it went out of print and I had published more stories, the publishers agreed to re-issue the books with new covers. Another major blessing made possible by my wonderful editor going to bat for me. The book cover with the bicycle was the first cover. The new covers had Jocie featured on them instead of her bike.

I had written about a setting I knew. I had written about a time I knew. But the story was fiction as those characters came to life and lived in my head for a couple of years while I wrote the Heart of Hollyhill books. After Scent of Lilacs, I wrote Orchard of Hope and Summer of Joy. 

“Writers who are intimately familiar with their subject produce more knowing, confident and, as a result, stronger results.” ~Ben Yagoda

You’ll never guess what happens next. Well, maybe you will or maybe you won’t have to because I’ll tell you in my next post.

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Have you read my Hollyhill books? If so, who was one of your favorite characters and why? Or if you haven’t read these stories, would you like to?